Location: The CravatTime: N/A. (Though for all intents and purposes it is morning.)

This morning, as with many mornings, Gabe's first thought was one word. This one word was 'coffee.' He carefully extricated himself from his and Jeannot's bed, making sure not to wake his love as he did. He left the room quietly and went down the stairs, looking for any new room, hopefully one containing a coffee-maker and some grounds. As luck ((or possibly the BC's inherent MKCSR powers)) would have it, the first room he decided to explore was the kitchen, the coffee-maker on the counter like a gift from G-d. He only had to look through two cupboards before finding the coffee grounds and cups, and he set about making it, humming Chelsea Hotel #2 very loudly to himself. Once done, he sat upon the counter, impatiently watching it percolate.

((Aww. "It is from the future." For some reason this line is the cutest thing ever.))

"Not fire, no," Gabe said. "It's heated electrically." He tilted the toaster towards them so that they could see the inside, the orange-red heating mechanism and the slices of bread themselves. "And I'm too tired to explain electricity," he added. "Ask Holmes."

"Yes, but. . ." Holmes shook his head, not wanting to admit exactly how old fashioned he could be about some things. "I suppose I ought to wake Watson," he remarked, valiantly trying to change the subject. "If we let him sleep he'll do it until evening tomorrow."

Gabe very politely pretended not to notice how Jeannot jumped as the toast popped. "Bel," he said, "can you get me four mugs, for coffee?" He paused and turned to Holmes. "Unless there's someone else lurking around or if someone else shall be joining us?"

"I should hope not," said Holmes, staring fixedly at the toast. He was just as alarmed as Jeannot, but making rather more of an effort not to show it. "I'll go upstairs and get him, then." He turned on his heel out the door, then popped his head back in to add wryly, "Once more unto the breach, dear friends."

"Coffee's not so expensive, really," Gabe replied. "At least not in my time. I mean, even I could afford it." He shrugged and kissed Jeannot's cheek before turning away to pour the coffee. "I don't, mind you," he added. "Free coffee is one of the perks of working at a coffee shop." He picked up the mug he has deemed as his (it had a fractal printed upon it) and took a sip. "It's good coffee," he said, offering the mug to Jeannot. "Strong."

From upstairs was the sound of someone throwing something - probably a shoe - at someone else. A door slammed, and Holmes trooped dejectedly back into the kitchen. "Our cause has been defeated, I fear."